“Break off the sports!” he said, and frown’d,
“And bid our horsemen clear the ground.”
XXVII.
Then uproar wild and misarray[315]
Marr’d the fair form of festal day.
The horsemen prick’d among the crowd,
Repell’d by threats and insult loud;
To earth are borne the old and weak,
The timorous fly, the women shriek;
With flint, with shaft, with staff, with bar,